009 ✫ Voice/Spam

[useofaswhat]

[Voice]

Just so y'all know, Nicole an' I'll get the boiler tonight. Do we got a dinner shift going here or are we fending for ourselves?

[Spam for Natasha]

[Sharing a room with Natasha might get a little awkward, but Mal has to admit that in an old-fashioned way it's a pretty nice one. There's a pair of double beds and a window looking out over an actual view, bleak and snowy though it might be. The place ain't exactly homey but for a stopover during a crash it's comfortable; at least there aren't any aliens this time. But funnily enough, whenever he looks outside he swears he sees Tracey's family graveyard on St. Albans.

Must be one of those times where looking out in the snow makes you see things. Mal shrugs his wool overcoat off and pushes the thought from his mind – he's got an inmate to deal with and a great amount to work through. That's far more important.]

Ladies first. Go ahead, pick your bunk.

Comments

[keepsthemsafe]

[It's the accent maybe that gets Shane's attention. Are you from home man? For his part he looks mighty at home and perhaps even more pleased then he was on the boat.]

Is there any food? [Fuck he's no Daryl Dixon but sure, he's magnanimous, no walkers so far but he can't shake the feeling that they're almost there and no Rick and Lori? Because that's what this place reminded him of, that lodge the man was fucking obsessed with back home, dragging Lori and Carl and sometimes Shane. It's a growing feeling.]

[useofaswhat]

[Psh, Shane, don't be silly. Nobody's from Mal's home anymore.]

Note said there's food in the kitchen so it don't sound like we're gonna starve.

[keepsthemsafe]

[No shut up no one is from his home either. WAY TO GO SOUTHERN SPACE BRO.]

You know, as much as people keep bitchin' about this place? I still have yet to see a bad side of it. Mean that. It's a nice if somewhat unsettlin' winter lodge. Glad there is food tho. I'm shit at winter huntin'.

[useofaswhat]

The Admiral's dumped us on worse worlds, I can tell you that. Wait, what d'you mean unsettling? [That wasn't just him getting creeped out?]

[keepsthemsafe]

[Be proud of him Daryl Dixon. Be so proud. Shane leans close.]

You ever been huntin'? Been out in the woods? Seen any game? Not like...like some backwoods survivalist but just...

Ever had any experience on that?

[useofaswhat]

Yeah? [He'd gotten to go snaring with some of the hands growing up and when rations got cut off during the war they'd hunted small game for meat.] What're you gettin' at?

[keepsthemsafe]

...Ain't no animals out there.

No birds. No anything tryin' to hide. No footprints neither. Sure maybe it's the snow, maybe it's deep winter, but I can think of at least three animals off the top of my head that'd be making noise.

Then again I dunno. Maybe... [He shrugs, looking annoyed] Maybe 'm just paranoid but..

[useofaswhat]

Could be the woods round here got cleaned out. [Which would make sense if the place wasn't completely abandoned.] Could also be nothing's comin' out in the snow, like you said. Most critters don't like a deep freeze.

[keepsthemsafe]

yeah but even in a deep freeze somebody'd be awake. I know I had t'sit through Mrs. Feeny's biology class all about "Georgia wildlife" and then with everything that happened...

...I dunno. Maybe you're right. You're probably right. 'm seein' ghosts where there ain't ghosts. Glad there's good tho. Don' know how these port things last but if there ain' animals out there we aren' gonna be sittin' pretty.

[useofaswhat]

Guess we can't be sure. How far did you comb the woods, son? Did you really scout through or just take a little look-see?

[keepsthemsafe]

Don't call me son. [Firm, angry.]

I walked a perimeter through that shit but I know I'm not the only one who was doin' it. Went about two miles out and 'round most of the buildin'.

Would have gone farther if I'd had a gun. There any around?

voice;

[buildindreemz]

Let me know if you see anything else down there. I'm kind of curious about it, but I also... don't... really like rats.

I'm a pretty terrible cook so I'm kind of hoping the shifts take over.

[useofaswhat]

Okay. Whoa there, no need to be twitchy.

Not that I know of, son. But stick inside and you ain't too likely to need one. Chances are we won't be here more'n a few days.

voice;

[useofaswhat]

Will do. Who knows what a place like this has got hiding underneath it.

Yeah, cooking ain't my strong suit either. I'm crossin' my fingers someone saves us from ourselves.

voice;

[buildindreemz]

Rats the size of my head, probably. [Ew.]

I'll just make my boyfriend cook for me if nothing else.

[keepsthemsafe]

[What did he just say man. What'd he just say. Shane doesn't say anything for a moment, all the same.]

Right. Okay.

As t'cookin' if nobody else steps up I did a spell of the stuff. Ain't done it in years but I could give it a shot.

[useofaswhat]

At least we won't starve. I got a feeling some folks around here could do worse.

voice;

[useofaswhat]

If that's so we won't run outta meat. [Purposefully grossing out the civilized folk? Mal? Perish the thought.]

Think you could talk him into whippin' up a proper meal?

[keepsthemsafe]

I'll go investigate the kitchens then.

[There's another response later]

Shit, there's Booze.

[useofaswhat]

You do that.

Looks like it ain't gonna be a bad stay.

[keepsthemsafe]

Hell yeah, there's a bar man.

[useofaswhat]

There's a bar on the ship too. Ain't you been up there yet?

[keepsthemsafe]

[Shane's expression goes grim] Ain't enough alcohol in the world..

'mma Walsh. We have a long proud tradition of bein' the town drunks. [He has nothing else to do. Eases the pain is a good point]

You sure you don' wanna join me man?

voice;

[buildindreemz]

Ew.

[He can probably hear her wrinkling her nose.]

He's no chef, and I'm not sure he's nice enough to cook for a whole crowd of people.

[Spam] god I am so so so sorry this took all day :C

[persuadeyou]

[Natasha valued her privacy, but she wasn't exactly shy; she'd shared rooms with Clint on missions plenty of times, and there was no way she trusted Mal as much as Barton, but she didn't distrust him, either.

Shrugging off her parka, she tossed it on the closest bed, closest to the door.]

The snow's picking up. [She nods toward the window, following one of his looks. At least she isn't seeing graves. Yet.] And of your planets get bad snow?